CoSC - The Mothkit Queston
Bloodstar moved silently through the chilled tunnel, out of the sunshine that gleamed outside. The Moonstone was reflecting the sun's brilliance as he approached, glowing like a miniature underground sun. The big red tom cat took a deep breath and stretched out on the stone, his nose pressed to the sun warmed quartz. Sleep enfolded him...
...Bloodstar blinked as awareness returned and he emerged into the strange dreamscape so like the forest he knew. There was no cat in sight immediately, but they all seemed to like making an appearance. As if on cue a familiar orange-furred form glimmered into focus. "Gingertail." Bloodstar couldn't help but purr at the sight of his mother.
"Bloodstar." She returned the purr and rubbed cheeks with her son. Even her dream-self still had the gray fur around the muzzle, but all stiffness had vanished. "You worry about your kits." She licked quickly between his eyes too quickly for him to argue. As if the tom so much larger than she was still little more
CoSC - Redpelt to Bloodpelt
Redpelt's tail lashed in irritation behind him as he watched the clan leave the camp. He, a brand new warrior, had been left behind. It just wasn't right and his amber eyes reflected this, gleaming savagely in the moonlight. So he'd killed that RiverClanner. It's not like it had had any right to be where it was. Fiercestar would have approved, not punished him. He would have purred with pride and told him he was right to eliminate a threat against his clan. But Fiercestar was dead because he'd gotten sick and had left Redpelt to cope with Twilightstar and her claims that killing trespassers was killing in cold blood. There has been nothing cold about his blood. It had burned so hot he'd seen red.
If he hadn't been so busy being indignant he might have been bored. With just Lilacear and another Queen in the nursery with their kits and a couple of warriors who'd be left behind to lounge around there was little to actually watch. It was Lion's Glory so even the stiffest elder had